[ Asuka gets bits and pieces of the emotions, but not quite any of the concepts that go with them. Her own emotions are pretty all over the place - a desire to just leave and forget she saw anything, a desire to actually help (maybe a little), because she's been there and even if she doesn't particularly like people, there's still a kernel of sympathy for another girl. The silence that falls between them as Sakura starts to scrub at the weird demon design on the floor brings some of her irritation back to the forefront, though. She steps over, trying to get a better look at the splattered design. ]

Your hand slipped. Right. And you just happened to bleed out a beautiful picture.

[ Asuka huffs. ]

Do you think I'm stupid or something?